It will be no different. The same mix, but in different order. Different torturers, slightly different backdrops. Maybe a naked slave to assist, the s...me naked slave who feeds me then goes home to her k**s.I am handcuffed behind my back. I back away from them in the cell, but it is really only a token gesture. I know I can't escape my fate but, equally, I can't submit. 'Feisty cunt' as one man called me.My cell is one floor up in what I suspect was a small factory. They have put in a ramp so I. Take it out, take it out at once.” Take it out he did and I am left high and dry; bottomraised and exposed my anus gaping and no doubtglistening with KY whilst the room is filled with noiseand movement.I dare not look up but soon the sounds of a handslapping down on a bare bottom and cries of pain fillthe bedroom. This time it isn’t a warm up; I count 50substantial smacks and I can imagine how she must befeeling as the heat and the pain grows to an intensityyou feel is unbearable.. She threw her top to him and he threw it into the lit fireplace at that moment it was going through her mind she had to go home topless. He picked up a large strap off the chair next to him and called her over she slowly walked over to him and he smacked her hard across both tits five times hitting her big nipples with each stroke each time he made contact she yelped in pain. Then he kicked off his shoes and took off his pants and underpants to reveal a as my wife discribed as a fat long ugely. Maine chudane ki ko sis ki to usne aur kaske pakad liya. Wo kaphi der tak mere hath pakde rahi. Aur mai aise hi so gaya.Agle din wo ghar par hi ruk gayi. Garmi ka season tha mai 3floor par saam ki samay leta hua tha. Mere ghar ke paas ke ghar niche the to hame koi bhi nahi dekh sakta. Wo akar mere paas baith gayi. Usne mera hath apne hath me le liya. Mere dil ki dhankad ek bar phir baad gaye. Uske hath pakdne se meri himmat kuch badh gayi thi. Maine apna hath uske doodh par rakh liya. Usne kuch.